Soarin'Dash Ficlet Challege Collection by paxtofettel
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X-Mas [Hearth's Warming] (805 Words)


If there was one thing that both Rainbow Dash and Soarin' had in common, it was that they were definitely not morning ponies. Granted, they were always forced to wake up in the early hours of dawn in order to comply with the strict training regimen the Wonderbolts imposed. But even so, they would have preferred sleeping in; especially seeing that it was a free weekend.

However, a certain little foal did not seem to be aware of that.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" cried Cloud Puff, bouncing up and down in glee.

"Cloud Puff," grumbled Rainbow Dash, "what did mommy say about waking her and daddy up when they're off practice duty?"

"I know, but I'm so excited"

Now it was Soarin's turn to speak. "And why, dare I ask, are you excited about" he said.

Cloud Puff gasped at her father's ignorance. "You mean you don't know?" asked the small filly in shock, "it's Hearth's Warming Day!"

Rainbow Dash smacked her face with her hoof. "Ah cow manure, I totally forgot about that," she muttered, "all right, we'll get up. Just wait for us in the living room while we get ready."

Cloud Puff merely squealed in delight before trotting to the living room. Rainbow Dash pulled the covers off her body and sat on the edge of the bed. "C'mon honey," she told her husband, "if we don't get up, Cloud Puff's gonna keep bugging us."

"Do we have to?" groaned the light blue stallion. The mare nodded and Soarin' let out an exasperated sight, "fine."

After getting up and straightening themselves up, they made their way to the living room. It was a rather large room, with intricate cloud columns supporting the "roof." In the corner, there was a small tree, much smaller than the ones that are usually found in surface homes due to the fact that it was rather difficult to carry regular sized one up to the house. Under the tree, there were a small group of presents, all neatly wrapped up with a bow on top.

"The Gift Giver came last night!" exclaimed the filly, already holding one of the gifts in her hooves, "can I start opening it now?"

"Yeah, go crazy," answered Rainbow Dash, making her way to the kitchen for some coffee.

"Just don't make too much of a mess," Soarin' quickly followed. Soon the entire room was filled with the sounds of tearing paper and delighted squeals. The couple had each filled a cup of rejuvenating coffee in order to wake up from their morning stupor.

"Ah, much better," said Soarin' after taking a sip from the strong, bitter drink, "still can't believe we had to wake up so early."

"Well, we should have been expecting this when we decided to have a foal," answered Rainbow Dash, "but, I still think it was an awesome decision."

Soarin' had to agree with her; while Cloud Puff was a hooffull at times, she did bring a new sense of spontaneity in their lives. "Heh, I guess you're right, baby," he said, "I think the day she was born was probably the happiest day of my- honey, why are you staring at me like that?"

Soarin' saw that she had a devious smile etched upon her features. She signaled to the roof with her head, causing him to look up. Sure enough, above them hung a single piece of mistletoe, nailed to one of the more solid pieces of the room.
Soarin' smiled and decided that tradition was very important in a day like today. His head began moving closer, her head mimicking the movement. It seemed like an eternity before the gap between them disappeared and was replaced by a union of lips. She still had the strong taste of coffee in her mouth, but he didn't mind one bit. It seemed to them that nothing could ever interrupt this wonderful moment.

"EEEEWWW, GROSS!" exclaimed Cloud Puff, already having finished opening her presents.

They both quickly separated and looked at the dark blue filly. She was looking at them with a disgusted look on her face, mimicking the moment when somepony loses their lunch due to seeing something revolting.

Now it was Soarin's turn to smile deviously. "Oh, how silly of us," he teased, "how could we forget you?" He looked at Rainbow Dash, who had already figured out what he was planning, (after living together for a few years, she had already learned much of his mannerisms, including his love for pranking). They both approached the filly and planted a long, wet kiss on both sides of her face, pulling away with a loud "MWAH."

"EEEEEWWWW! Old pony germs!" squealed Cloud Puff, who was rubbing her cheeks furiously.

Both Soarin' and Rainbow Dash began rolling on the floor, overcome with laughter.

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